Riding the White Horse Home: A Western Family Album

My husband grew up on a Montana cattle ranch. I grew up in Southern California. We both enjoyed this book immensely.

I feel very enriched by this wonderful memoir of the people, places and experiences of this family and their ranch life in SE Wyoming. Really deepens your admiration for the challenges, courage and stamina of people living on the land. I highly recommend this sensitive book!

This is a fascinating book about life on a Wyoming cattle ranch. It is well written; it gives observations and memories of the ranching life. I really enjoyed it.

Well written, brought back memories, found out what has happened to our ranch. I babysat her, owned the ranch before Kelly and never mentioned. That's okay Teresa was young. B Bonney

As a native of wyoming, I felt especially touched by this book. Even if you are from anywhere else, I feel that this book will be greatly enjoyed.

After reading the first few chapters of this book, I thought it would be a great book. but it really fizzles out. I appreciate her awareness of the importance of her family history, and the history of American farms and ranches in general, but she doesn't seem to have the real feeling for the Wyoming family ranch that I expected. Who in her right mind would spend summers in Portland Oregon when their family owned a ranch in Wyoming? Don't get me wrong, I grew up not far from Portland, and was in college the same time she was, the middle 70's. I still live not far from Portland, in the country. Oregon is a beautiful state with diverse climate zones. I don't know of any place that compares. But come on, she is too worried about what her companions think (i.e. she shouldn't have killed the rattlesnake), or when they say "haven't you out grown the ranch thing". That sounds like Portland, very tunnel visioned, even then. I don't think she cared much for the remote ranch life, and she spends a lot of time trying to justify why. Her family doesn't sound very zippy. A mean grandfather, a brother never heard from again, and a very dull mother, that always wanted to leave the ranch. A good part of this book is trying to find something that wasn't there, in her mother. All she could find was her kneading bread. My mother was the typical 50's stay at home housewife. She loved her music, and played the piano, she drew pictures, wrote poetry, loved history and was constantly learning. she was a seamstress who designed her own clothing. She loved horses, sunsets, and anything Native American and supported my Dad throughout his life. She helped out the neighbors, or anyone that needed help. She did not like to knead bread. The chapter on the "calving" seems like it was written for the shock value. Pretty typical ranch work.. She wasn't even helping out at her family's ranch, it was the neighbors', and it sounded like it was only once. Where were the stories of snow, horses, dogs, wildlife. Did she ever see a hawk flying, find a feather (a great treasure when you are young!). One horse is mentioned that bucked her off (doesn't sound like she was a rider). Where are the stories of her grief-there is a lot of death, reality and grief on a ranch. Did she love anything? It seems like she couldn't wait to get away, just like her brother. Something is missing here, and I think it is in her.

Well written, well told, entertaining stories of a simpler life.

Good for history, but not a very connected book. Each section just jumps around, but I loved that she realized what she lost a little too late. Great insight on what is happening in rural America. I could related to almost everything she said and did in each section as I grew up in the country.